Snippet #1515847

Tick..... tock..... tick......drop.....drip.....drop.....
How beautiful it was, the music it made. And the colours. What colours it shone, if only you looked close enough.
Oh and the taste. The rich coppery taste upon the tongue. That explosion.
It was sad when it stopped flowing, stopped making that deep colour spread out on the floor, falling into the patterns and highlighting them with it's own beauty.
She sighed and looked at the bed.
The bed was more perfect that she could have even hope for, and the was glad she hadn’t needed to ruin it. So much white, so innocent. She looked like a goddess, a beautiful, perfect creature, as she lay there in the bed. At first, you would have thought her sleeping, if anyone could truly look so peaceful when asleep.
But then you would notice the chest not rising. You would see she was too still, too peaceful for one just sleeping.
And that was because she was dead.
Upon pulling the bed clothes back, her wrists were seen to be slit, both having spilt their blood for someone else's enjoyment.
And she had thoroughly enjoyed it.
Now she marvelled at the master piece, at it’s staging. She sprinkled the petals from the bed across the floor, until they came to the front door.
Yes, whoever found her would be in for a shock.
So it seemed, would Vito, when there were footsteps upon the hall outside.
She despaired as she gazed upon her masterpiece, but then maybe this could add to it.

Zeke fumbled with his keys on the landing, a grin on his face. She would be there, the girl he loved above all else.
He’d missed her, whilst he was out with Zeruel, but she had insisted, laughing her perfect little laugh and pushing him from the door, telling him he would be a distraction from her work. She was a firm believer in completing her work on time and she had plenty to do. After all, that was what it took to be a doctor.
He was glad he left, but now he couldn’t wait to see her. Of course, this was her place, not his, but she had given him a key for whenever he’d wanted to stay. Tonight he just wanted to see that perfect smile.
His own smile was plastered onto his face. He hadn’t heard his phone, but he had found a missed call and message from her in his voicemail. Her words made him feel lighter than air and all he wanted to do was kiss those perfect lips and tell her he felt the same.
“Hey....” her voice said from his phone. “I guess you’re still busy with your friends.... I.... I just wanted to tell you...... I love you, Zeke. I really do.... And I hope you feel the same way.....”
There was a chuckle, before she continued, “if not, then I guess I’ve just said something I should have said drunk, right?”
Another chuckle. How adorable her laugh was.
“But... I do.... I love you, Zeke.”
He’d listened to that message 3 times already, his heart lifting each time. He had wanted to call her back, but decided to surprise her instead. He would tell her to her face. He wanted to see her. He’d even picked a daisy from a small patch of grass on his way. It would be a silly guesture and she would laugh, but it would be their symbol.
As he pushed open the door, he was surprised to find the lights were off, but maybe she was tired. She’d been working so hard lately, but she never grumbled, never got mad at his hanging around. She told him she loved his being around, despite his childish, and somewhat pervy ways. He’d replied “somewhat?” and then promised to ensure she believed he was completely pervy. She’d laughed.
He was about to turn and go, not wanting to disturb her, when he saw the petals. Had she anticipated him? They led to the bedroom.....
He grinned. Not exactly how he’d planned this, but he would take the bonus gratefully. He wasn’t about to turn down a gift horse.
He didn’t notice something was wrong, didn’t see that the shadows in one part of the room were darker than the rest.
He moved silently across the room, following the trail of petals and pausing at the doorwat. In the moonlight, he could see her outline. She was already in bed. He grinned, planning to slip in beside her and wake her.
He carefully took off his shoes so as not to make a noise, and took 2 steps into the room.....
He stopped. The floor was wet?
He lifted his foot, but his black sock showed nothing. Had she spilled something and left it on the floor? That wasn’t like her. It wasn’t water, too sticky.
He took off his socks, frowning a little. Not quite so romantic, but still, it wouldn’t ruin this moment.
He reached the bed and sat beside her, stroking her face softly. She didn’t even stir. She must have been so tired.
“Emily,” he whispered and then froze.
He moved his hand to her nose and mouth. She wasn’t breathing.
“Emily?” he said, a little louder and more urgently.
He threw back the bedclothes and reached for the lamp, showing him the horrific sight.
He sobbed, and would have let out a scream, or a wail, had not someone moved behind him and in 1 short movement, ended his life with a razor to the throat.

Vito sighed as she looked at the mess the boy had made. He’d ruined her beautiful mural.
Still, she thought, licking the razor clean, it was actually nice to see the after show party.
She stepped carefully over his fallen body, leaving him lay on the floor, his blood now over the female’s face and torso, as well as ruining the white bed sheets, but there was nothing to be done about that.
Carefully, she drew her symbol on the door of the apartment, deciding that it would act as her welcome to anyone passing.
"Maggio Satana benedice le sue anime; per lei Ha Peccato e sono ora la parte dei morti," she murmured. "Dare il mio amore a Satana, per il suo perdono sarà la sua sola salvezza."
the first part was the curse, or the prayer, that went with the sacrifice. The second was something of her own. Should anyone have ever heard, and understood, they would have translated it as Give my love to Satan, for his forgiveness will be your only salvation.
With that, Vito sighed and slipped out into the night.
"305....... 305........ 305......"